Give me back
My precious dawns
A cup of tea
And my favourite newspaper.
Give me back
My romantic evenings
Golden moments of friendship
Time spent in the library
And smell of those old books.
Take away those shots
Bolt and Isinbayeva
Instead of Che and Jasmine.
This is how a depressed soul thinks
Whose valentine remains
A distant dream
Whose mind conquered
By loneliness
And here comes the time to wake up
Someone calls me from the sleep
Suddenly the alarm starts ringing
It's 3.30 a.m.
About Me
- Shiyaz Rahuman
- Documentation Specialist at Suchitwa Mission, Thiruvananthapuram. Previously worked with Mathrubhumi International Festival of Letters, Ministry of Information & Broadcasting (New Delhi), Doordarshan News (New Delhi), Royal Arrow Electromechanical LLC (Dubai), e-Triage Training Center (Dubai), The New Indian Express, Madhyamam and Kerala Kaumudi.
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